I’ve been asked a few times recently if I am still doing my fitball class as after my initial post, all has gone quiet on the fitball front.  I can confirm that, not only am I still going, but that in a shock development, it has become one of the highlights of my week.  I even tried to work out if my body could take two classes in a row, but luckily my brain kicked in at that point and suggested there was a good chance as a one hour class stops me being able to move properly for the rest of the week, two one hour classes might just kill me.

I have never really enjoyed anything that makes me too sweaty, but some classes have been such hard work that not only are my clothes clinging to me by the end, but my ears are full of sweat. Full. Like I have been swimming.  If my hair was longer, I am pretty sure I could wring it out.  And I love it.

One of the girls last night said that her favourite part of the class was watching my face as the teacher demonstrates the next set of exercises and my expression changes from concentration to utter confusion and the realisation there is a very good chance I won’t be getting this one quite right.  Such as this one:

it’s me….the teacher took our photos to show what position we had got to, so it isn’t perfect. ‘All’ we had to do was stay like that, but use our abs to pull the ball closer, then push it further away.  I managed five before my tummy muscles felt like they might break and I had no choice but to fall off the ball….

That is kind of how the class goes, but something weird happens as soon as the music starts.  I start dancing and singing along (something that usually takes half a bottle of vodka in public) and I look forward to the pain and sweat.  I even manage a smile along with my pained expressions when I have trouble sneezing later in the week, without squeaking in pain.  I am not sure what has happened, but I appear to be enjoying exercise. It’s all a bit weird :o)

And onto other weird things, I would like you to meet Poglet. She also came to fit all last night (and also needed a helping hand.  Like Pog, like Poglet):

I will blog about her and a bit of a plan later in the week, but if you are on Facebook and want to get a bit of a preview, join us over here :o)